Bethany's POV

I arrive at the apartment and unlock the boss's door looking for the dress. Finding the dress laid out in the living room along with shoes and accessories. I grab the stuff and head over to my home to get ready. Jumping in the shower I use my vanilla body wash and shampoo. I just love that smell. I make sure I shave I don't want to have embarrassing hair anywhere. After the shower I rubbed my body down with lotion and started curling my hair. After my hair is in soft ringlets, I apply light make-up except for my eyes. I make my eyes smokey and put on a pretty pink lipstick. Opening the dress bag, I gasp at the dress Jason has picked out. The dress is a beautiful emerald green with beads that hang like a flapper dress with thin straps and a sweetheart neckline. There is a matching shawl and rhinestone four-inch heels. In the shoe box is another box. I open it and my mouth falls open. An emerald necklace along with matching earrings and bracelet shine from the box. I look close at the jewelry and realize they are real not costume jewelry. He goes all out, I guess. I take the dress out of the bag and realize there is a bag attached. Inside the bag is a strapless bra and panty set in black lace and it is my size. How the Hell does he know my size? I feel a little strange. I knew he would get me a dress and maybe shoes but undergarments and real jewelry? I glance over at the clock and realize it's seven already. I better go ahead and get dressed. I slip on the undergarments and love the way they feel along with the dress. You can tell just from the feel that everything is high quality. I usually hate dressing up, but Jason has picked out something I really love. I don the jewelry and slide the high heels on. Draping the shawl around my shoulders letting it fall around my back holding it with my arms. I peak at myself in the mirror and I'm astounded by the way I look. Maybe I should dress up more often. Knocking at the door brings me out of my revery. Opening the door, I'm greeted by a delicious looking Jason in a black Armani suit with a matching green tie.

"You look ravishing Miss Miller. Even better than I imagined when I picked out the outfit." I smile shyly at him with a faint pink blush creeping into my cheeks.

"You look very dapper Mr. Walker." He smiles that panty dropping smile showing off his dimples and heat spreads to my core. He offers his arm and I slide mine in his walking to a limo waiting on us. "You really go all out for a work dinner." I say really shocked with the outfit and jewelry and now a limo. He must make a lot of money.

"Are you nervous Bethany?"

"A little bit. Am I to be taking notes or is this an informal meeting?"

"Not tonight. It's more like just a get together so we just enjoy the meal and everyone's company. Just be yourself and everything will be fine. I have known these people pretty much my whole life. I just couldn't show up without a date or they would be making fun of me since I'm not tied down yet." I nod and try to calm my nerves and the feeling of arousal that I'm feeling towards my boss. I can feel the heat radiating off his body and I'm not even sitting really close. I would like to be. I lick my lips and I notice Jason staring. He bites his bottom lip and dear God I feel like I could swoon. If he asked me to fuck him right now, I think I would climb on top of him and take him. I dart my eyes from his face and take steading breathes. What the Hell is wrong with me? I need to get my hormones under control. This can not happen! My body is at war with my mind. Just as I'm about to throw myself at Jason we pull up at the swanky restaurant. Jason gets out of the car offering his hand to help me. As my hand slides into his shocks run up and down my arm. After getting out he releases my hand I feel a sense of loss before his hand is placed at the small of my back and the shocks come back. We make our way to the reservations and are greeted by a smiley man.

"Welcome to Brasserie Montmartre. Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, it's under Jason Walker." The man nods and motions for another maîtres d to show us to our table. We are shown to a private area in the back surrounded with velvet curtains that are drawn closed. I look around at the opulent furnishings as Jason pulls out a seat for me. I thank him and take my seat and he sits beside me.

"Good we got here first. I hate being the last to show up." The waiter comes to the table with wine and pours us each a glass of red wine while we wait on the other guests. We relax and sip on the wine for around five minutes and two couples are shown to our table. Mr. Walker stands up clasping hands with the men and hugging the women. As they take their seats, I finally get a good look at them. The first man is tall around six seven I would imagen broad and muscular with blonde wavy hair, but what catches me are not only his good looks, but he has purple eyes. I have never seen eyes like his and his wife's eyes are almost the same color and she is just as good looking as him. She's shorter at around five seven with long black hair and a body to die for. The other couple are not lacking in looks either. The man is just a little shorter than the first with short dark brown hair and his eyes look strange as well. His looks like a cat's eyes along with wife's the color is almost a yellow. The woman is really short probably no taller than five foot and very curve. They are dressed to the nines and I'm thankful Jason got me something fitting. The night goes off without a hitch and I really get along with the company to my surprise as they seem like they have everything, and I come from a humble background. Both couples assume that Jason and I are a couple, and he doesn't correct them, so I just let it be. I mean how often will I see them? As we talk Jason caresses my thigh sending sparks straight to my core making my clit tingle and I can feel my panties dampen. Shit! I'm going to need my vibrator tonight. Jason continues to run his hand up and down my thigh getting ever closer to my need. I don't even think he knows what he is doing as he is in a deep conversation with the men.

"So how are you and Jason getting along?" One of the women ask me and I'm pulled out of my sexual haze.

"Oh, ummm we get along just fine. He is very good to me." I mean it's the truth. What else can I say. They smile at me and we talk a little more. I feel Jason's fingers slide under my dress drawing soft circles along my thighs as it inches up towards my panties. Fuck! What they Hell is he doing? I clinch my thighs together as his fingers graze over the lace. Just as he rubs the fabric covering my clit, I jump knocking over my wine glass. Everyone's eyes turn towards me and I know my face is as red as a tomato. Jason motions for the waiter and the young man walks over and cleans up before pouring me a new glass.

"Why so jumpy" Jason whispers against the shell of my ear his hot minty breath fanning over my cheek. He still has his hand on my thigh but hasn't rubbed my core again. I blush and take a big sip of my wine. Like he doesn't know why I jumped. After a few hours the meal starts to wind down and Jason has kept me on edge the whole time with his hand stroking my thigh. I need to get out of here and get back home before I throw him on the table and have my way with him. Finally, Jason walks us back to the limo and helps me in. I slide all the way over to make sure I'm not touching him. I don't think I can take it if I'm sitting so close to him. He stays on his side and I'm thankful for the reprieve. We make it back to our apartments and Jason helps me out of the limo once again causing sparks to fly all over my body. Once at my door he takes my hand and kisses it gently.

"Thank you Bethany you really saved me tonight." I smile and blush from the kiss.

"No problem. I'll get the jewelry back to you tomorrow if that's ok." He gives me a fun look then shakes his head.

"No, those are yours. I told you I would provide what you needed if you had to accompany me."

"I thought that meant dresses and shoes not real jewelry Jason. This costs way too much." He smiles and leans in next to my ear.

"Your worth every penny." He whispers and then kisses my cheek. "Now go on to bed. I'll see you in the morning." He waits on me to open the door and get in the apartment before I hear him opening his. I am in deep shit!